The Tyrell Lap:
to another of Tyrell's basketball games. Why? HIS DAD IS IN JAIL AND HE NEEDED A
RIDE!!! (He is serving ninety days for three DUI'S. This is the same dad who got
his ass kicked my Mexicans and mooned
a basketball game).
and Tyrell are currently under the care of their dad's girlfriend, who I met
when I arrived to pick them up at their low-income housing complex. She appeared
to be around 20 years old.
was nothing but mayhem in the parking lot--kids running around, hitting each
other, adults having conversations with each other from 50 yards away, a police
car. I was honestly scared to get out of my car. I thought the presence of the
police car would ease the fear, but there was no officer around. Someone who
lived there could have stolen the police car from all I could gather.
I pull myself together and walk up to their
apartment. Out comes Tyler, Tyrell, AND THE GIRLFRIEND! She didn't have a
drivers license, and wanted a ride to the game. Whatever, I didn't care that she
would be in my car, except that she reeked of wet cigarette smoke.
Once we arrive at the game, the girlfriend
disappears, and is not seen again. Tyler and I watch the game together, people
stare at me, probably thinking I was the dad's girlfriend. Things are going
well, Tyrell is playing a great game, and I bought Tyler soda pop and candy.
Everything was actually very normal, until the third quarter, when Tyrell's SBD
The ref makes a call against him, and the damn
breaks. Tyrell yells out "You're a stupid fucker!" He is immediately
ejected. Not just ejected but aactually thrown out of the gym. The ref orders
him to the locker room.
He is SO angry that he ignores the ref and
removes his jersey and lays it flat in the center of the court. Instead of
heading to the locker room, he jogs a full lap around the boundary line of the
court. While he is doing this he is throwing his arms up and down screaming
"RRaaaahhh" with occasional obscenities. He has the scariest look on
his face that I have ever seen. Upon completion of the lap he exits the
building. He doesn't even get his stuff from the locker room. His jersey was
still in the middle of the court. Nobody in the entire gym had any idea how to
I calmly surpress my laughter and react in my
usual manner: I just leave, taking Tyler with me, of course.
Tyrell is outside next to my car waiting. I ask
him if he has seen the girlfriend. He hadn't, so we just leave.
On the way home I drive through Dairy Queen and
buy them both a Blizzard. Tyrell deserved it, as the "Tyrell Lap" was
possibly the funniest thing I have ever seen.
We pull into the parking lot of their complex.
Still, at 8:30 p.m., there are kids running all over the place. The police car
is still there. I walk them up to the door, not knowing what to do with them.
Luckily, the girlfriend is there--WITH SOME FUCKING GUY!!!!! She tells me that
she had gotten a ride back with a friend. Her hair looked like sex.
Sadly, I said goodbye to the boys. I was truly
worried about the girlfriends ability to adequately care for them.
I called Child Protective Services the next day.
My third call to them in the past month. The staff there knows me by name.
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